Darkness. That is all I know. I briefly open my eyes and see nothing, only darkness. However, I seem to be able to sense something outside. I can't seem to figure out what the ghostly beings moving around beyond the darkness are. This bugs me for some reason.
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As I woke, I sensed something different. I sensed the urge to get out of this cramped space, by now smaller than it ever had been. Unconsciously I started to sway from side to side, moving the whole space. I opened my eyes and saw against the bright light silhouettes of I don't know what. It was a shape that resembled what I had managed to see of myself when I tried to move previously. They seemed tense, and came very close to me.
I swayed again, harder this time. I fell on my side and felt a little of the previously unnoticed liquid surrounding me leech out of the space. I rolled so that I was upside down and started pecking at the small crack that had formed. My lungs were beginning to burn as I tried to peck with more intensity while tiring quickly. Just as I thought that I would pass out, my snout reached precious air.
I took many deep breaths before I continued. I pulled my head back into the egg and pushed around the edges of the hole I had made. This in turn made the hole bigger and I managed to stick my head through. Mostly. I had to tear through a little, which left some stinging pain to my head. But as my head made the hole bigger and my body was thinner I managed to pull myself out without much more trouble. Once again I lay on the ground panting.
One of the first sensations I had out of the egg was a heavy wait falling off my nose. I looked down and saw a small horn, slightly cracked and covered with a sticky fluid that I found I was also covered with. The second was an intense staring surrounding me. I seemed to be in a dark place, now that my eyes had adjusted. Bleh, didn't need more of that.
I looked around and saw many other creatures, assumedly the ones that I had previously sensed. Two seemed to be closer to me than others, much closer, but as I looked at them they backed away, one with a horrified expression on his faces. I had no sense of vanity, but all the same I looked at myself. I looked like a dog, but I was blue and yellow. I looked at the others, and they had the same colors. They were just bigger and had manes around their heads. I couldn't see what was wrong with me. What was it that made me so different?
The larger whispered something to the other with a sneer, and whatever he said seemed to annoy the smaller dog. But she now had a sad expression, and with an almost apologetic look to the other, she walked towards me. The larger glared at her and left through the crowd, which parted before him.
I laid down and the smaller laid with me, licking my head gently. I leaned into it and wagged what little tail I had. I opened my eyes briefly to see the last of the others leaving the cave. Then the one licking me started to speak.
"Little Trinexx…" she murmured worriedly. I wasn't sure why she seemed sad. I had a brief moment of rage as if she to seemed to hate me also, but I calmed it down. Why would she hate me? She had come here and held me. No, she must be fine.
"Trinexx," she said, this time with disgust. "How horrible, naming you after a freak of a legend we don't even believe." I must have gotten a scared expression, like I would be left alone to fend for myself, which even only a few minutes old I knew I could not possibly do, because she nuzzled me
gently. "Don't worry, little Trinexx, I'm not leaving you. No matter what, I'll always be here." Well at least that was someone. My mother continued licking me, getting all of the sticky liquid off.
Then the other one came in. My father. I hadn't even seen him for more than a few moments, but I already hated him just from the way my mother spoke of him. I lifted my lips unconsciously. He laughed at this, for I still had only stubs of teeth. His laughter scared me. It wasn't quite evil, and it didn't sound like he used it often, but when directed towards me it just seemed hateful.
"Tryna, abandon the freak. He's not worth it. Just leave him, maybe he'll get lucky and something will kill him quickly." He laughed cruelly again. I winced as Tryna snarled.
"Never, Xavier. He's your pup too. How could you even suggest abandoning him?" she snarled. Xavier winced.
"No, Tryna. He's not mine. He no longer has a father. I disown him." Tryna snarled again.
"You can't do that, and you know it. When he comes of age, he will still replace you. His color makes no difference and whether you disown him or not doesn't change anything. And you can't send him out to die. What would the pack think of that?" she said seriously, but as if she had made a point. Xavier didn't seem fazed by this.
"They wouldn't care. He's a freak. Even you can't deny it. Look at his fur; he looks like us! Letting him stay in society would just hurt him; he'd be teased by all the others. His life would be miserable; we should end it now." Tryna did not like this; she jumped up and pinned Xavier to the ground. He seemed surprised, but easily pushed her off and put his paws on her chest. While Tryna seemed worried, she didn't show it. She snarled again.
"Over my dead body." She snarled viciously. Xavier laughed.
"Fine. You take care of him on your own. He's yours; he may be my son, but he's not going to have anything to do with me." And he promptly walked out of the cave. Tryna snarled after him, and nudged me up.
"Come little Trinexx. You need food, and I need a place to stay. Your father was serious; I will no longer be allowed in his cave as long as you're with me. And I'm not leaving you." She picked me up in her mouth and carried me outside. It wasn't as dark as the cave, but it was still dark. I looked up and saw a round orb floating in the sky. I reached my paw up as if to touch it, even though I knew it was to far away. My mother took notice of this and laughed gently, without dropping me. I liked her laugh; it wasn't menacing like Xavier's.
"Born on the full moon…" she muttered through her teeth, being careful not to drop me. I had yet to see the significance.
We reached a rock in the middle of what I now identified as a field. As she put me down I started to run around, exploring everything but staying away from all the other large dogs around. Then I fell over, crashed to the ground by a small weight. And what had crashed into me almost shattered me.
It was a small dog, same as me. But its colors were completely different: instead of being blue and yellow, as I was, it was yellow and green. I couldn't believe it; it must be this that was a freak. But my father's words came to mind: He's a freak.
I felt wetness in my eyes as I looked at the other pups. Yes, it was I who was a freak. But I couldn't let my emotions get the best of me. I knew I was different, and from the beginning I had to appear strong.
But I was just a pup, and I couldn't help crying. It wasn't very much, and it wasn't very loud, but the pup whined just the same. She came and sat by me and licked the tears off my face. I sniveled one last time. I had to be strong, to earn my place among the others. And crying wasn't going to help.
Then my stomach growled, ruining my moment. The other pup laughed, but it sounded funny, not well developed. I doubted she could even talk that much. I left her, with a feeling of sadness. She hadn't cared about my coloring. Sure, she hadn't seemed to notice, but all the same…
I went to my mother, who was talking to another dog. She was smaller than my mom, but much scarier looking. Tryna seemed to be begging her, and after a while the smaller one finally gave her a hunk of meat. Tryna carried to an empty spot and motioned me to it. We sat down and she started tearing small pieces off and giving them to me.
I looked over and saw the other pup looking at me curiously. When she saw me looking she barked and wagged her tail. I smiled back at her and continued eating. When I was done I yawned and snuggled up to my mother, realizing that I was really tired. I fell asleep quickly.
Please reveiw! I need motivation to write or else I shall not.